Moonlike silvery shine,
a part of me marvels at
the sight of your eyes.

#review #haiku #Rocky

It hurts. It hurts so damn much. I saw your lifeless body. Damn me! But you never said I can’t. I tried. I tried so damn much. But I saw only myself. Tired, exhausted, lost, fatigued, peaceful. Wake up. Open your eyes and I could go on pretending again, I don’t know you, Manav. You were love. I grew up watching you. The sky is full of stars and you are no where. You said till the sky is full of the stars you would be there but you lied. You didn’t tell. You were cornered. I didn’t care. You were hurting. Now, I am hurting. Its been three days and my headache won’t stop. Each time, I go to eat, I remember you would never eat again. I broke down in front of my mother. Might be the first time I cried in front of my mother. I cant help it. You were not just a person on the screen. You were me. Full of life, full of dreams. I am opening my book and I close it. What should I do so I never meet those people? What should I do so no more dreams are crushed? I can’t believe yet. Four suicides aren’t coincidence but I cant neglect your situation. You were hurting. You took your life or someone else did it. I don’t care. I just want to tell you, you weren’t you. You were we. You were kind and compassionate. You were full of sympathy and empathy. Oh, how much I hate myself for not telling you how much I loved you. If I had told you I love you each day, would it had made a difference? Would you have been here? Among us. Curse me! I didn’t even know you lived so close to my house. I didn’t even know I walked those streets each day. How many of such lives I walk out of everyday and live in ignorance. You are one against the million, you know that, don’t you? I don’t even know what should I do now? In this world of hatred and violence, should I extend a hand of love and compassion? But how? How should I tell somebody you aren’t alone? I will love you, believe in you, walk along you and fight for you. How should I let anybody know? Why didn’t anybody teach me? Why did everybody embraced me when I laughed and bullied me when I cried? Why did everybody gave attention when I was angry and frustrated when I was sulking? Why I was a coward when I was sweet and brave when I fought? How do I tell someone embrace me even when I cry, give me attention even if I sulk, pat my back even if I am sweet? If you did, I will still be your brave, worthy, son or brother or husband. Don’t take care of my food or clothes or my room, take care of me. Tell me, it’s okay to lose. Its okay to back down. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel. Tell us, it’s okay to live. It’s okay to breathe.

#scribble #ray #review

All the day and nights have gone thinking where the teaching has gone wrong that's why your words are stinking. No droplets of water are impure until they touch the surface of earth. No child is wrong until they touch the surface of conditioning of this world.
Whenever there is knock at the door, we all feel happy and surprise, and take time to arrange things to actually organize. Sooner or later, we have forgotten our true self, and we have closed our real personalities in the cupboard in different shelf.
Life is really not a debate its actually more of picking up the right bullets from the enemy's death crate.
*PUBG*. Arguments and arguments wouldn't take us anywhere, but definitely would snatch our peace and health care. A ray of light can be useful for the person who was in darkness from last 1 year but it cannot be useful for the person who is blind. A word of voice can be useful for a person who is in darkness amd is blind from 1 last year but cannot for the person who can see. A right approach towards life makes us fail in short term but always make us successful in long term. I and most of the people can only shake your vision for the life but cannot transform it as what lies inside of you only you know better. There can be days when you don't have anything and feel like lost, but don't ever forget the bigger the thing is, the higher is its cost.

#review

Sometimes I miss the touch of your skin on my naked body,
Sometimes it is your lips on mine,
Living with your fragrance is what I love,
And the desire to cry.
#poetry
#UV

Nature

The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.

I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.

As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.

I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.

It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.

For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave

Credits @The_toxic_guy

#AK #review @poetry

The Nature

The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.

I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.

As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.

I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.

It's days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it's moments like these I want to clutch.

For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave

Credits angad khanuja - The_toxic_guy
#AK #review #poetry

PENNILESS

He sat there holding a cardboard saying 'Beg For Money'. The bowl was empty and penniless. I realize that an empty bowl would obviously be penniless. But I just can't help not emphasizing the metaphorical resonance it shares with my life.
I lent him a dollar and he said "keep living, young man".
Empty be the bowl for I, albeit for he, 'tis penniless.
#review

Letter of the dead
Letter from him 2

🔸To the girl with the demons🔸

Now i am your demon? I remember to be your happiness, your world. I knew how bad my scars were.. i guess it is me who knew how deep they were not you, so maybe i should have known that those scars could cost me you. i was in haze with all the love i forgot i was a dark soul. You gave me light. And with your letter not only did you take my only light,but you also have woken all my beasts. I don't think i will ever see light again. I don't want it anymore. All i wanted was you. i should have known that we were too good to be true. Sorry for causing you so much pain but i will never forgive you too.
Once your shadow
#review #story #kido

For the love of My Nation

In the mists of war, I pray
I pray for those who died
The brave, the bold, the Courageous
The one who made the ultimate sacrifice

For once you never thought of your family
For once you never Flinched
For you did know the price for freedom
Price given by a life

You lived a life and died in pride
From you the nation learns how to keep duty first and family aside
From you we know the reality of our unwelcomed guest
Your life is nothing but nation biggest bequest

The candle spread light
So, did you
The stars twinkle
So, would you

#review #Abhijit

Title: Butterfly Fly Today

Butterfly fly today

Haul my dreams and take to the skies

Let the Kingdom High hear my cries

For freedom and success, to rescue me from this languid and desultory existence


Bring me back thy iridescent & multi-hued self

With good luck and great news

To still the agony of my lonely heart

With success and a fresh new start, with freedom from my tessellated past.


 Lend me your secret, O my friend

To shed my frightful and friendless form

To break mine cocoon of insecurity and fear

And rise a proud and social butterfly


Beautiful and itinerant, this instant here and the next minute there

Tasting the ambrosia of triumph

From the fragrant blossoms in tranquil fields everywhere

Butterfly fly today!
     
By
S. SAI RAM KIRAN

#review #poetry #SaiRamKiran

darkness

I see it flapping feathers,
just a few inches away from my face.
Mama says it is a third world phenomenon.
I soo wish it can be true!

I see my fingers touching the surface.
Why can't I feel it?
It's like something is crawling inside me.
Like I am losing a race before it started.

oh I wish
so I wish
that my words can speak......

#mentalhealth #review #kk

I'm finally able to protect my own spark, to keep a tiny spot shining in the dark.

I can finally hear the chirping birds in the rain, and see the blooming flowers amidst the fog again.

A little bit of clarity and some piece of mind, my own space where my true self I can find.

Now I dare to peek from the door's lock.

#review #wca #wcpp #Noob #poetry

Shining

'Why's it so cold dady?' little Shia asks, shivering. The rain is pouring outside, the raindrops falling with intensity of bullets coming out of machine guns. It has been raining cats and dogs for a week. The water was everywhere, even in their own house. The supply of food has run out and all they could feel was the numbness from the cold.

The poor man looks through the torn roof at the darkened sky. 'Because the sun is not up yet' he says with a saddened look on his face. 'Why dad?" Shia asks innocently. The poor man thinks hard, 'Why?'. He had to keep talking to Shia, she has caught a high fever, the cold has been particularly hard on her and now the rain, he was afraid that if she closes her eyes she'd never open them again.

'He must have become lazy because of the rain.' the poor man replies. Shia tries to say something but breaks into a coughing fit. The man gets concerned, the lines of worry etched across his face. He takes his daughter in his arm and hugs her tightly so that the cold spell would not touch her. Her tremors shakes his heart in a devastating earthquakes. Not a piece of warm clothing was left in the house that wasn't soaked, they had to sit in a corner at some height to keep above the surface.

As he keeps his daughter close he feels comforted and dozes off with only one thing in his mind, he need the sun to come out for his daughter.
When he opens his eyes Shia is already on her feet searching for something, rain is still pattering on the roof and glass windows, it's still intensely cold but Shia looks alright. 'What are you doing?' the man asks Shia. 'Trying to find an umbrella' she replies sweetly, "Why?" The poor man asks.
'I don't think the sun is lazy' she replies, 'so I'm going to go out and check on him if he is ok or whether he has caught cold?' hearing her daughter's reply the man's heart softens and tears well up his eyes. He feels proud of her for caring about others while she was herself cold.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly an idea pops up into his head, what if?... He thinks deeply cupping his chin. Then he suddenly gets up finds a ladder and the umbrella, he was going to make the sun shine. He climbs the ladder and covers the sun with his umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch it.

A cold drop drops on top of the man's nose waking him up from his slumber, the birds are chirping in the distance and the sun is shining in front of him. It's warm again, he looks towards the umbrella sitting right beside him and questions himself, did he really do that?

#wca #wcpp #tm #story #review

Pitter-patter!
The rain pelts my Umbrella.
I have to climb higher,
before my sun dims.
Why does age catch up,
when we are closest to the top?

#wca #wcpp #review
#rocky #poem

Life of a Soldier
Fearless and unassuming,
marches on the soldier.
For before lead hardens,
first it has to solder.
Hard enough as he trains,
his mind is full of thoughts in trains.
Why are there wars?
Why are there disputes?
Why do men fight?
Why is there no end to this equation?
Why do we let lead lead our destiny?
Why?
So many questions,
yet unanswered.
The soldier has to fight,
unknowing of his plight,
His life a pawn on a chess board,
a mere drop in an endless ocean.
Gone but never forgotten,
lost, but a sacrifice given.
Betrayal of the cause of peace,
for a price so great.
In gratitude forever we are,
indebted we remain,
to these loyal and valiant heroes.

#review #poem #rocky

There is nothing more beautiful than a soul
knowing that his strength won't stay up for long
but still intends
to spread kindness with all the power left.

#wca #wcpp #review #mj

A breath away

I told you i was a breath away

On the day i cried alone -
Hiding in the cave of my arms
While your shoulder was -
Pillar for someone else

On the day i begged you with my eyes
To spare me of all the misery
Your face advertising happiness
You laughed on my weakness

On the day i told you i might die
When i crawled for you to spare me another day

On the day i told you i was a breath away
That, that was my unsaid goodbye

#wca #wcpp #review #poem #kido

Walking through the rain,
I try to forget the pain.
I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
because I know a strong girl never cries.
I begin to run, run from my fears.
But I am followed by my ever-present tears.
I want to leave these familiar places,
leave behind all of these frequent faces.
But where will I go?
What will I do?
All I know is I have to get far away from you.
But something keeps me here,
crying one last tear.

Credits to Angad - @The_toxic_guy

#AK #review #poetry

Anokhi Part 2
Anokhi could feel the raw hard wooden protruded bridge under her feet. There was no big monster standing and challenging her in front of her. It was just darkness. In the rush, she had forgotten she would be needing something to light her path or was it just her inexperience in exploring this part only during the dusk. Yet, she was confident, it was the place where she had needed to jump. She fastened her gown and checked on her knives. Everything was in place. A throne should never be left empty. Its heir should always accompany it. Anokhi was that heir. After five days, she had to sit on that as their new leader. Tomorrow had to be the day when they would be starting the proceedings. She would be back by the dawn but if she couldn’t, her grandma and Alok would be there to lead the people like they always. Same as they did when her Father went missing one day.
As Anokhi jumped into the water, cold, soft surface inhaled her inside. It was chilling and comforting. The more she dived deeper, more it relieved her. She didn’t know what she needed to let go. She just knew it was perhaps first time in a very long time when she had left her cozy, warm, comforts and decided to choose a road which wouldn’t be a possibility if she complied for even one more day.
As she reached the other side, she got hold of a branch and climbed it up. When she listened to the sound of her gown getting torn amidst the little thorny twigs, she couldn’t resist a smile. She was there. She wondered if the big bad mountain was still smoky or it was fueled with something else at the midnight. Holding onto the branches and keeping in mind the mosses and cruel stones, she started climbing the mountain. Even though her eyes weren’t a help, yet she marched forward. Getting lost wasn’t in the agenda. More than her face, she had stared at this monster. She could forget herself but not the big dark thing she was climbing upon.
Yet, she was lost. She might have conquered the mountain from one side but she had no idea how did it look like from the other side. While sitting beside a cave, Anokhi assembled few stones and lit up a torch made up of branches and leaves. Looking around, she decided to explore the cave first.
Grasses and moistures disappeared and rough and dry stones appeared and as she went further inside, she was stunned with another green civilization. She kept walking. It was a world inside its own and she wanted to know where it would end. Before long, she discovered her torch wasn’t enough to light up the whole cave and it was something else. Another source of light. Her pace increased. But as she kept walking, she could listen to the sounds before she saw the source of white light coming through a door which was half open and half closed. She thought it was perhaps the other side of the mountain. She quietly approached the door and once she was there, she peeked through the stone entrance whose down side was closed and upper part was open. It was pouring outside. The sound must be coming from the collision of the water from the stone. Even though it was raining, the day was as bright as the Sun. Her gaze ran towards the Sun. A man had held an umbrella on to it. It was such a mesmerizing view that Anokhi didn’t know when did she climbed upon that half-closed stone door and jumped at the other side. But once she was on the other side, Sunlight disappeared and so did her consciousness.
#wca #wcpp #review #ray

n a t r a j a M:)

From
the fearful graveyard
to
the great devine Kailash mountain..
A supreme soul
who is omnipresent
almost every where of this
giant Universe.

The lord of the lords
the mad monk carrying
the utmost knowledge.

the perfect super dancer
the great meditator
the symbol of purest meditation
the adiyogi (first ever monk)
of the mother Earth.

I bow down my gratitude
on the love full feet of your:)

#review
#story